Worthless Hurt

As a child, I’d wish to forget certain things
As I got older, my wish slowly came true
It was such a large part of me that there wasn’t much of me besides it
Now I wish to remember my pains
So that I may profit off of them for a drink or two
Even though drinking doesn’t help with remembering
But I had a cheap childhood and my pains were ordinary
And so I can’t even afford the cheapest drink
And am left with my remembered pains
And words that aren’t worth a dime